Hey so should I do a series of posts just called “fucked up things my parents have done” because that’s basically all i post about anyways.
Do you constantly stash cash in your room due to the fear that your dad will steal it or force you to “lend” it to him, or are you normal?
hey!! everyone currently living with abusive parents!!! (and people that just want to come along!!!) we should all just run away together!!!! and live in an abandoned shopping mall in the middle of forests and clearings and highways and nothing!!!!!
I am watching leverage with my parents. My mom hasn’t seen it before and her reactions to everything is the best! My dad has seen bits and pieces of it so he can guess the episode but doesn’t remember what exactly happens. I’m excited to see there live reactions!!
They bring us into this world and then have the fucking nerve to treat us like shit, huh?
I used to wish I’d never known you.
That you abandoned us when we were young,
That you spared us from your tyranny and pride,
That you never had a chance to cause us pain.
I realize it was a blessing to know you,
And I’m glad for each and every thing you put me through.
Because I was born with your pride,
And your need for control,
And if I had never known you,
I might have been you.
On False Support Systems
I am a tightrope walker, and my parents are the ringleaders. They say, “If you ever feel unsafe during your act, let us know, and we’ll put some safety measures in place.”
So I say, “I feel unsafe. Can you put up a net under the tightrope?”
They get mad. “But there’s already a net!”
“But it’s on the ground. That won’t help.”
When I fall and break my neck, they tell me it’s my fault. “We put up a net,” they say, “but we can’t do everything for you. We won’t always be there to help you.”
“You aren’t there now,” I want to tell them, but my neck is broken, and I can’t waste my energy trying to talk.
Because obviously the police themselves can’t do enough hunting for sport
MY FIRST HEARTBREAK
The first time I saw you. I cannot explained what I felt when you gaze into my eyes. Your beautiful smile mesmerizes me. Slowly you reached for my hand and held them. I felt your soft hands gently on my cheeks. It was the warmest touch. Then you whispered to my ear saying “ I Love You”. The sweetest words I have heard.
In that moment I felt this LOVE they’ve been talking about. I felt safe and secure. It made me happy. This love comforted me in times of difficulties. This love inspired me to become a better person.
But then you suddenly change. I cannot understand why you have to change. I thought I was enough for you. Everything is different now. Your sweet smile turned into gloomy lips. Your soft hands weren’t gentle as they were. This love they’ve been talking about is not true at all.
You broke my heart. You left me when I needed you the most. I wanted to do a lot of things with you. But you gave up because you cannot take it anymore. You’ve hurted me for leaving so early. Because I was not able to tell you I love you.
I miss you everyday.
*thinks about my parents* hm.
Yeah, the teenagers/youth coming out to their parents is really great, but did you think about parents coming out to their child?
Like an aged man collects all the children in the living room and after a long silence says “I’m gay” or mother of young daughter once tell her child, that she likes women too… Imagine.
say hello to my PARENTS🧡✨
trans people (guys specifically would more apply to my situation), how did you guys come out to your parents? my mom doesnt have custody and lives in another state, so it’d have to be over text. i already came out before, but i want her to know im serious about it and i still feel this way
I’m so tired of my dad implying that me eating a little too much, whether it’s cause I’m really depressed or I haven’t eaten all day (which is what I do a lot), is making me fat
Me: *is a lil chubby* *tries not to hate my body*
My dad: *is fat* (not to be rude or anything, it’s just true)
Me: *has a little too much to eat* *likes ice cream a lot* *just likes food in general*
My dad: *makes thinly veiled comments abt how I shouldn’t be eating that much cause I’ll get fat*